| sources Ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. |
| After the
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| release of Westside Connection and Mack’s new record, gangster rap
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| seems to be at an all time high.
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| Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat
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| you either got ends or struggle to make ends meet
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| You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel
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| some uppity livin’good some faced with death in the ghetto
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| I’m a product of the streets so I vow to never slip
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| so I trust no one and keep a P. Coltrane on my hip
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| I always paid attention while my O. G's was teachin'
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| Rule number one if it’s on blast the first nigga reachin'
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| either death or the pen’shit I had to do better
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| It was a must I moved on and now I’m all about cheddar
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| a young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang
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| now girls be like you go Mack 10 baby do yo thang
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| So I continue to get down and I keep writin’rhymes
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| and I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times
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| So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory
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| and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story
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| You can feel nigga
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| It’s based on a true story
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| You know it’s real nigga
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| Based on a true story
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| The year 1986 is when it all started
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| now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted
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| and as the saga continues I ride the wave like a Sea Doo
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| not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do Niggas on they first album
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| already sold a mil'
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| So before you knock our style
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| at least admit that it’s real
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| It’s all sex drugs and violence
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| so you pretend you ain’t checkin'
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| You mean to tell me people
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| really ain’t dyin’every second
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| Now y’all made the rules
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| niggas can say what they choose
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| So if you gone ban Gangsta rap
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| then you got to ban the news
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| That means no weather report
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| no Waco and the bad reverand
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| No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven
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| With no high school diplomas we became millionaires
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| media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin’fair
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| So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory
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| and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story
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| I crumble green on a magazine
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| ready to roll a joint
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| damn in this billboard
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| I’m number one with a hollow point
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| It was a rough road ahead
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| but for my kids I gotta pave it so I twist one shake the weed out
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| close the book up and save it
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| 'Cause my son li’l Mack
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| might grow up and have a crew
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| and he can show all his homies
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| this what my daddy used to do See I was raised around gangstas
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| and grindas since a youth
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| so the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth
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| With dedicated fans from bebe kids
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| to bambinos and niggas that’s CEO’s
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| before they reach they three O’s
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| Maneuver through the corporate world
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| makin’moves to take ours
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| Rolling big German luxury and Italian sports cars
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| so watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated
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| and everytime it’s a homicide they call it gang related
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| So keep your game tight and it’s all fame and glory
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| and everything I recite’s Based On A True Story
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| Too $hort talking: Say Mack baby, it’s yo pa’tna $hort dog man.
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| You know I got yo back boy. |
| You know a nigga like me I just left
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| the Ferrarri dealer man. |
| I ain’t go lie I know you ridin’rims.
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| But the problem is, it’s a lot of mothafuckas out there that think we rappers man. |
| That think we just sit at home and make this up at our momma’s house. |
| I hate to tell y’all man some of us are real playas
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| real ballers biitch. |